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Perhaps because of the intervention of the Conjuration Department, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko created artificial fog|haze earlier than expected and without public morality.

This fog tore the ability user out of reality.

"By the way, why am I still here?" Mr. Gojo and Osamu Dazai sat on the fence shaking jiojio together.

"The ability of a conjurer comes from blood." Dazai Osamu's kite eyes were completely glued to the suicide book in the darkness, and he responded to Mr. Gojo's words without raising his head.

It's been a long time since he read a suicide|suicide|reader.

"It has an origin and can be inherited, and it is not an existence that can be easily erased."

Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai opened his eyelids and glanced at him: "Although Mr. Gojo said that the disappearance of the magic power is the price for sealing "Book", but there is also the possibility of using up the magic power, or "Book" saves itself belatedly."

Mr. Wutiao stuffed himself with a candy, and said in a good mood: "It doesn't matter, what I want has already been realized, and there is nothing wrong with becoming an ordinary person. As a human being, the most important thing is not to be greedy."

I can think about it.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips: "There should be quite a few people in the world of conjuration who want to find revenge on "Gojo Satoru."

Mr. Gojo froze.

Osamu Dazai continued: "At that time, Osamu Dazai will be in trouble ten years from now, right?"

After all, well, no matter how you say it, "Osamu Dazai" is very hated in itself, and with the addition of "Gojo Satoru" who pulls hatred, you can imagine how troublesome it is.

Mr. Gojo suddenly felt that the sugar in his mouth was not sweet.

Dazai Osamu gave him the final blow with a smile: "Oh! Maybe, ten years later, Dazai Osamu felt too troublesome, so he divorced Mr. Gojo."

Mr. Wutiao sobbed and choked, and Azhi divorced him... Is this the legendary midlife crisis?

Osamu Dazai glanced at him with disgust, hid his beloved suicide|suicide|reading book in his arms, jumped off the wall, stretched his waist, and said lazily: "The guest has already arrived."

"It's better to say..." The visitor smiled and said, "I hope Dazai-kun and Gojo-kun can be my guests."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and smiled lightly: "We are very happy."

——Put on the white clothes carefully prepared by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and the two of them entered the fortress.

"Yeah~ Long time no see~" Osamu Dazai sat across from the young man with a smile on his face, his tone was familiar, as if he ran into a friend he hadn't seen for many years at the corner of the street, his tone was full of surprises.

Suddenly, the smiling expression turned cold, Osamu Dazai raised his lips, showing a cold smile: "Fyodor."

Fyodor smiled: "Dazai-kun looks particularly hostile to me, what happened?"

As he said that, a pair of purple pupils passed "Gojo Wu", Mr. Gojo shrugged, and pushed down the sunglasses that came from Wujo Wu here.

"I think too much." The dark shadow floated and disappeared in the kite eyes, and Dazai Osamu bent his eyes and said, "Isn't it normal that we are hostile to each other?"

Ten years later—

Seeing the strongest who was about to beat Bai Lan to tears, everyone present couldn't help but be stupefied.

Varian, who hurried to save the tenth family, felt that he was a fool.

"Reborn..." Tsunayoshi Sawada looked numb, and asked the projection of the tutor: "What is our purpose after ten years? Mr. Gojo can handle everything by himself."

Reborn: "...Just, let's clean up the trash fish." After all, we can't let the trash fish affect the progress of the strongest boss fight.

Well, yes, nothing wrong. (three consecutive)

Sawada Tsunayoshi burst into tears for a moment: "Then what is the purpose of our hard work on upgrading?!"

"...Two options." Reborn smiled kindly: "Either shut up and be dumb, or be beaten dumb by me."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "...QAQ"

Willingness and the strongest are two tricks, but Bai Lan, who has more intentions but not enough strength, is going crazy.

Gan!

Are you sick? !

What did he do wrong who only wanted to |destroy|destroy| the world? !

Why are you staring at him? !There is no need for the five declines of heaven and man...

Oh, and they ran early. [Indifference.jpg]

Bai Lan managed to dodge the attack again. It's not that he didn't think about this situation, but he didn't expect that he would still be powerless after absorbing so much|death|flame of qi.

"Is it the strongest? Oh my, my reputation is really well-deserved. I have been taught."

Bai Lan, who had only one chicken wing left, was no longer obsessed with dodging, and was attacked by the spell firmly. He stopped aloud: "I can revive Osamu Dazai here."

This is an offer that is hard to refuse for Gojo Satoru in any parallel world.

Bai Lan looked at Gojo Satoru who had stopped, without any smile in his eyes, the strongest?Can the strongest with weaknesses still be called the strongest?

Bai Lan took a step forward calmly, smiled and rolled his eyes, bewitching|bewitching: "I can also help you find out the whereabouts of Fyodor and his party. Mr. Gojo hates them very much, right? After all, they always add to Mr. Dazai Trouble."

Looking at Wutiao Wu, who was facing away from them and said nothing, the faces of Peng Gelie and others sank.

Ten years ago, Sawada Tsunayoshi and his team didn't know, but ten years later, Dino knew very well how important Osamu Dazai was to Gojo Satoru, so important that he could sacrifice his life.

"Five points, don't believe Bai Lan's words."

"Mr. Dazai was |killed|dead|by me..."

Bailan's voice overwhelmed Dino completely, and he reached out his hand to Gojo Satoru: "But that was completely instigated|instigated|instigated by Fyodor. Personally, I cherish Mr. Dazai's mind very much."

Silence, Gojo Satoru remained silent.

"what!"

Amidst the increasingly bewildered and uncertain expressions on the faces of Peng Gelie, only Gojo Wu suddenly laughed out loud.

"Bai Lan." Gojo Satoru hooked his sunglasses slightly, his blue pupils were windy like a vast snow field: "Who do you think you are fooling? If you revive Osamu Dazai here, isn't there a better way?"

Under the gaze of those emotionless eyes, Bai Lan stepped back completely out of instinct.

"As for Fyodor, it's easier to deal with." Gojo Satoru said, "Why did you find Tongmo at that time? Isn't it because we are in the same time dimension?"

Hearing this, Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at Reborn.

Reborn raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat to see what he was doing?He doesn't know this either.

"You..." Bai Lan could no longer laugh.

"So, back to ten years ago, I had plenty of time to get rid of that |dead|rat. Only you who personally |killed|dead|Osamu Dazai, I want to get rid of it here."

"The comprehension unfolds—" Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, put one hand on his chest: "There is no boundless space."

Ten years ago——

"Ah?" When the tip of the knife was about to stab Osamu Dazai, Mr. Gojo suddenly clenched his wrist, and he pushed off his sunglasses with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Fyodor didn't regret being stopped at all: "Ah, sure enough, you are not the "Gojo Satoru" here. If you were the Gojo Satoru here, you should attack me directly with magic spells."

pat-

Facing the gaze of Mr. Gojo, Fyodor let go of the |knife| in his hand: "Hello, Mr. Gojo who will be disabled ten years later. Frankly speaking, exposing|exposing|self like this is very stupid, and if you hide it, How much will make me jealous."

"Oh?" Mr. Wujo raised his eyebrows.

Zitong glanced at Osamu Dazai who was smiling slightly, and Fyodor said: "If you are exposed like this, don't I know that you can't protect yourself, and you can't protect Dazai-kun?"

"Pfft—" Osamu Dazai laughed out loud.

Mr. Wutiao shrugged: "You are also quite stupid. If you do this, you will directly|expose|expose|contact Bai Lan ten years later? The Ability Section can't trap you, so... the Pengo Li family Woolen cloth?"

Fyodor's expression was blank.

"However, well, there's no need for Vengley." Mr. Gotiao smiled: "How could it be possible to imprison|detain|hold|hold|hold a mouse that is good at escaping in a place where it can't be seen? It's cheap to just|kill|kill it like you, So... it's better to seal it with the prison gate."

"Ash...cough!" Without giving Fyodor a chance to call out, Mr. Gojo punched | beat | him.

"Even without the magic power, my physique is not bad." Mr. Wujo shook his fist with a smile: "Jie."

"Hey, hey——" Xia Youjie appeared in Kaisai, threw the prison gate in his palm to Fyodor, and before saying "open the door", he complained first: "So, what kind of summoned beast am I?" ?"

"Open the door—"

"--close the door."

"How come? Mr. Xia Yu is a powerful foreign aid." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "Then Shibusawa Ryuhiko also please Mr. Xia Yu~"

As he said that, Osamu Dazai winked at "Tatsuhiko".

Xia Youjie: "..." What can he do?It's not just that he can only take care of the prison gate and accept his fate in the past to deal with Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

Osamu Dazai yawned, looked at Mr. Gojo and said, "Go back soon?"

"Well, as long as it goes well in ten years." After Mr. Wutiao's voice fell, he was suddenly startled, and then laughed: "Speaking of which, how about it? Do you want to fall directly into Wutiao Wu's arms?"

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes: "No, thank you." He was not the one who was unlucky for doing that...uh!

Mr. Gojo embraced Osamu Dazai, smiled maliciously and said, "Oh, my Aji will be jealous if I do this, but a parting hug is still necessary."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Say! Why do you hug each other?!!!"

Osamu Dazai: "..." Very good, it's my Wu Meow Meow, huh.

Ten years later—

Tsushima's other courtyard.

Wujo Wu sat quietly under the corridor in the dark night, feeling the return of the mantra, he did not show any joy, until the footsteps approached from far away, he smiled.

"Welcome back, Aji." Wujo Satoru turned his face to look at the person who came, his smile was a little wanton as always, and his tone was calm, as if he had never experienced life and death with his partner.

It's just a welcome back, and everything else is digested in my heart with a tacit understanding.

Osamu Dazai sat down beside Gojo Gojo with a smile, and moved towards him after he sat down, and Gojo Gojo obediently moved closer to him when he saw this.

"Here." Osamu Dazai stuffed a paper airplane into his palm: "Hide a page of the 'book'."

"Well, it's not important." Gojo Satoru said so, and then spoke again, his tone not concealing the grievance of being left alone: ​​"How does it feel to die once?"

"Well—" Looking at the poetic courtyard scene against the moonlight, Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "A little bit lonely."

Gojo Satoru blinked, leaned down slightly, and rubbed Dazai Osamu's hair, with a coquettish voice, knowingly asked: "What?"

"Tsk." With his hair messed up, Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue lightly, looking at Gojo Satoru with a bit of distaste: "It's nothing."

Before Gojo Satoru expressed his dissatisfaction, Dazai Osamu said again: "I hope there will be no next time. If there is, I will definitely take you with me."

"Pfft——" Gojo Gojo burst out laughing, and found that Osamu Dazai's eyes were becoming more and more unkind, he quickly stopped his smile: "Don't be angry, I just think... Aji seems to be not at ordinary times except for those times. The assembly expressed it frankly."

Having been married for nearly ten years, Gojo Satoru still knows Dazai Osamu very well. His husband is saying: Sorry, I shouldn't just keep you like that.

The corners of Dazai Zhizhi's lips twitched with a smile: "What kind of time? Mr. Wu, please pay attention to your age of 40+, don't rely on your childish appearance to do whatever you want, and speak seriously!"

"Tch—I knew it." Gojo Satoru hung his head in frustration, and raised his hand pitifully to wipe away the tears that didn't exist: "I knew that my Mr. Zhi disliked me for being old, and I didn't like you."

Osamu Dazai was immediately disgusted by his tea-like expression and actions: "Are you a fool?"

Gojo Satoru answered in a second, and at the same time raised his hand in a gesture of big heart: "Idiot loves you so much."

Dazai Osamu: "..." Speaking of shameless, he lost to his husband again, and shameless is the strongest, heh.

"?! Wait!" Osamu Dazai held Wujo Satoru's hand: "What do you want to do?!"

"I really want to!"

"???"

Wujo Wutiao pointed to his husband, his hoarse voice sprayed steam: "I want my dear Aji to know whether I am old or not."

"Stop! I'm still busy tomorrow!"

The rest of the voice was completely blocked in the mouth, only the intertwined breath|sound|sound|sound|deep|shy|shallow sounded in the ears.

My husband is not old, really not old - this is the only feeling Dazai Osamu had before he fell asleep in a daze.

Ten years ago——

Yokohama apartment.

Troublesome things and troublesome people are finally resolved.

After Osamu Dazai finally settled the hug issue with Gojo Satoru, he was pulled back home, and then saw Gojo Satoru collapsed on the sofa: "I said, dear Mr. Gojo Satoru, are you okay?" ?”

Gojo Satoru silently passed five fingers between Dazai Osamu's fingers, and with a little force, someone got close to him, rubbed his chin against the top of his hair, and let out a |satisfied|satisfied sigh: "I miss you so much~"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Okay, I see, this is the spring of Gojo Satoru.

"The detective agency still has something to do, I..."

"It's very late. I have something to do tomorrow, right?" Gojo Satoru grabbed the back of his head and announced domineeringly: "Now your time is mine, so you can't leave. And I'm hurt and uncomfortable."

"Okay, I'll call a doctor." Osamu Dazai swore that he had used all his patience.

"It's an injury that only Aji can heal." Gojo Satoru held Dazai Osamu's shoulders with one hand, while ||removing|opening|clothing, the muscular|tight|tight abdomen|part|parts|exposed|exposed|into the kite In the dark eyes.

Without waiting for the owner of the eyes to say something, Gojo Satoru made a hoarse voice: "I'm injured, I have a little fever, and I need to cool down now."

"..."

Osamu Dazai felt speechless, there wasn't any wound there, but it was very close to a certain place: "Oh, it's okay, alcohol|alcohol|cooling|temperature is very effective (indifference)."

"No!" Gojo Satoru said rascally: "It's because of you that the temperature rises, you have to take responsibility."

Osamu Dazai's patience declared exhausted: "Gojo Satoru...!"

The voice stopped abruptly when his hands were caught suddenly.

The closed |closed |knees were |knocked apart.

Gojo Satoru's gentleness undeniably restrained Osamu Dazai's movements, staring at him intently from top to bottom, the distance between each other's eyelashes could be counted.

The blue pupils reflect Dazai Osamu's face, depicting Dazai Osamu's round eyes stared like candy due to shock, and his slightly parted lips and teeth, a super bullying look.

"I miss you so much, you have to be responsible." Gojo Satoru said aggrievedly, lowering his head to rub against Dazai Osamu's forehead, and every time it slipped past the tip of his nose, his blue pupils narrowed slightly, showing eagerness and enthusiasm scorching light.

"Cut——" Osamu Dazai turned his head to avoid the scorching gaze, and muttered in a low voice: "It's as if I can refuse."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru grinned very presumptuously, leaned into Dazai Osamu's ear and whispered, "Be honest, Aji, it's not that you can't refuse, it's that... you don't want to refuse."

Not giving a chance to refute, Gojo Satoru|squeezed| sealed his lips.

Strawberry candy is still delicious - this is the only thought that Osamu Dazai had before he fell asleep in a daze.

In addition, Gojo Satoru who keeps saying "It's too much, ten years later I can get along with my Aji for so long, it's too much!" is really annoying.

And... How long will you be struggling with that hug? !